Category: Life in Purgatory
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Week 16: Such Great Heights
I liked that song when it was a radio song, but I came to absolutely love it when my Pandora started playing it and I learned the lyrics. The freckles in our eyes are mirror images… *sigh* That song has nothing to do with Week 16 of this or any semester, except for the title.…
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Week 13: Abominable Monday
I am fully aware that there is enough bad karma floating about in this world, and there will be even more tomorrow, and I don’t need to add to the load, but I have been racking my brains for a week 13 post all day, and all that comes to mind is this: Today has…
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Pomp and Circumstance
Yesterday, I graduated (yes, I am still alive). It was quite the Event, with everyone bundling out of bed and into their winter best to be at the arena by 7. We left early to beat the horrible traffic and the backup at the road leading into the parking structure, neither of which materialized. There…
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Week 8: Like Frogged Bamboo
A glorious cold snap and the arrival of Socktoberfest inspired me to finally act upon my simmering sock obsession. These two skeins topped my list: Rio de la Plata Sock Solid in Seaweed and Panda Wool in Strawberry Pink. The Panda Wool got precedence because it’s destined for giftiness, and I began a pair of…
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Week Six: Slipping
While Mayas and King Henry (the fourth, part 1) and article reactions pile up around me, I’m feeling rawther like I’m slipping a bit. Por ejemplo: It didn’t occur to me until after I’d picked up all the stitches for the sleeve of my FBS that I would have to knit it in the round.…
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Week 5: Beetle-Headed Villains
Why is it so terribly difficult for people to create PDF files with pages all oriented the same direction? I hit print hoping to shortcut the painful slogging through of articles I have to complete this weekend and came out with two properly printed pages and 13 page middles. Augh. On the bright side, my…
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Week Four: the Amoeba Evolves
Four down, twelve to go. My trusty knitting bag has not failed me yet, and the Mystery Christmas project is moving along. My February Baby Sweater had been languishing in the basket for lack of time spent at home, but a moment of extreme duress brought on by the realization that I have a substantial…
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Pretend
I suppose my last entry would’ve been a good time to mention that school started and I won’t be able to blog as often as I’d (or you’d) like until mid-December. And I don’t have any pictures of my current project, because it is a top-secret Christmas gift for Hermanita, who actually reads here. But…
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The Zen of the Scantron
This morning I had a novel test-taking experience. For one thing, all the stuff I studied for was on the exam. No we-downplayed-this-in-class-because-we-planned-on-devoting-an-entire-test-section-to-it questions. All the answers were on the paper, to be matched, chosen, or true-falsed. The answers did not have to be hand-written; we bubbled our answers in on a scantron. I think…
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I Think Uncharitable Thoughts
I am blogging now, fifteen minutes before I’m supposed to get myself together for class, as an alternative to throwing myself on the floor and tearing off my epidermis. Exegesis: I am very allergic to perfume. Nasty allergic. Last semester, someone used a Guess perfume sample–one of those little cards the women at the perfume…
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